74 Godiva Street, AKA Tamsin and Death's Home Of More Alcohol Than Last Year, Saturday Evening

[fjordicswagger]

Okay, this party had been born out of actual need (for alcohol and getting laid) last year; this year, those factors weren't as urgent for Tamsin, who figured she could always drop in on Jessica or Mike if the night was a spectacular failure.

But hell, it'd been fun last time. Why the hell not?

There were black sheets hanging in front of the windows again, and pillows and sheets scattered all over the floor to make for little makeshift sitting spaces and nooks. There was an empty bottle (in case someone decided to play Spin the Bottle) sitting somewhere in the middle of the room, and in a fit of generosity Tamsin had thoughtfully supplied a bunch of bags of chips in case people wanted to eat stuff.

The glitter clinging to the sheets and the walls and whatnot: not her fault. Who'd ever heard of impromptu localized glitter storms before? At least the winds had died down well before the party actually started, but there was no way in hell she was vacuuming all that stuff up.

There. Party time.

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Re: Make Out! In The Shadows!

[myownface]

It was a very distracting ass! It did have that going for it! But either way, Sparkle had gotten really cozy with guys who had head tentacles, before. Some built-in bling was hardly the weirdest thing he'd encountered during a hot make-out session.

Odd chest bump or no, Sparkle didn't seem to have any complaints about the whole chest-to-chest arrangement. He rather seemed to be embracing it, actually, grinning against Tony's mouth for a moment before kissing him with just that much more enthusiasm. There was another hum of approval to go with it, in fact. It was okay, Tony. You and your chest bump were doing great.

Re: Make Out! In The Shadows!

[imafuturist]

Well, it did cockblock him earlier this week. For other reasons, of course.

"Tamsin is really going to murder me," Tony informed him, looking a little pleased with himself despite that, eyes half shut like the cat that got the canary. "If we go much further than this. And that's normally a little bit of a turn on, but I'd hate to have someone else get stabbed on my behalf."

Re: Make Out! In The Shadows!

[myownface]

Well, now it was Sparkle's turn to pout. Just a little. They had been doing such a good job of kissing, and now thinking was necessary? Who even did that?

But he had to admit, Tony kind of had a point, there.

"I have this terrible allergy to being stabbed," he allowed, licking his lips and shaking his head. "It causes all this, like, bleeding? Pretty awful. Of course, we could always go somewhere with less potential for stabbing..."

Re: Make Out! In The Shadows!

[imafuturist]

Tony tended to be a worrier. It was his thing. He had back up plans for his back up plans!

"Well, if you're allergic..."

Re: Make Out! In The Shadows!

[myownface]

"Deathly allergic," Sparkle confirmed. Ever so solemnly. "I mean, I don't have a doctor's note with me or anything, so you'll have to take my word for it..."

It was totally a hard sell, right?

Re: Make Out! In The Shadows!

[imafuturist]

"I'll take your word for it," Tony promised solemnly, gingerly pushing Sparkle off his lap so they could get up. And. You know. Get ride of some of this frustration. "I expect coffee in the morning."

Re: Make Out! In The Shadows!

[myownface]

"I make a great cup of coffee," Sparkle promised. Because, really, that seemed like a fair trade for all the not getting stabbed that they were going to do. "None of that instant crap, and don't even talk to me about decaf."

Sparkle had standards in the kitchen.

... It was kind of one of the few places where he really did.